Song Stuff & Song Lyrics

                                          Song Stuff

                      Sex

I don’t have much of an opinion

about lyrics or raps or poems

about sex.

I mean,

sex is fun;

sex feels good;

sex is dangerous.

That’s not headline news.

Anything else?

     Particularly Destructive Earworms

When I turn off all my music

just to listen to the rain

my disappointment’s bitter

if some pop song from long ago enters my head,

even if I liked it then,

as this fucks up a situation

with an enormous potential

to become a spiritual experience

 – or at least to provide the illusion of one,

which would truly be just as good.

It’s even worse,

of course,

if the tune’s some load of crap

that I never could stand

in the first place.

                                  Song Lyrics

          (Feel free to compose your own tunes to these)

                 Sally Says

I don’t care what Sally says

She jabbers on about her rules

in her not-quite tiger-striped minidress

for having a laugh at random fools

Smokes a brass hookah whilst wearing a fez

I don’t care what Sally says

I don’t care what Sally says

Sally B-girl

Sally thighs

Sally play-the-game

Sally wise

I don’t care what Sally says

I don’t care what Sally says

All her air points mean jack shit

Her words are empty when she says yes

You’re in the desert; she has a fit

telling stories of the Sea of Cortez

I don’t care what Sally says

Do you care what Sally says?

I don’t care what Sally says

               Untidy Camellia

Untidy Camellia

you’ve scattered your petals all over the place ―

Cross-wearing Russians

prefer tidy plastic imitations

that shed nothing into their narrow spaces.

Aggressive Old Rosie

you keep invading the neighbours’ clothesline ―

Turquoise-covered Navajos

see into the spirits of rocks

in drylands wracked by coal mines.

Pong-Bombing Jasmine

you last like a love affair ―

Badge-wearing bullies

frenzied by the scent

of gunpowder and blood,

flail about, just above nowhere.

Tart Musky Magnolia

you’re shady whilst you’re shedding

you shed whilst you’re shading ―

Choker-wearing countesses

canter off into the sunshine,

mindless of where they’re heading,

respectable desperados fading

away.

                    Leaving Opotiki

He crawls in gravy

She sings in fear

They both ram-a-lam to the watcha-doo

They’re leaving Opotiki to someplace new.

She wears pig-grease in her hair

He speaks in pain

Then they re-bop the snooggy-woo

They’re leaving Opotiki for someplace new

Ruddy sunshine sugar pop

Maddie’s boyfriend is a cop

whaddah-fuddah shooggie farm

Opotiki shit – unlucky charm

Opotiki shit – unlucky charm

Maybe Tauranga

Maybe the bush

Back in the mountains, green as blue

All we could say

All we could say

We’re leaving Opotiki for something new.

               Grey Paradise

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)        {Rondo}

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)

Can be painful, can be nice

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

I love the spider on the wall

I love the tweeting of the mice

I’ve felt the pride before the fall

Right here in Grey Paradise

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)        {Rondo}

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)

Sometimes lonely, sometimes nice

Watch out watch out – Grey Paradise

Accountants punching up the sky

They’re keeping warm, they know the price

The homeless queuing up for pie

Taking their time – Grey Paradise

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)        {Rondo}

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)

It’s not the place for your device

It fills things up – Grey Paradise

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)        {Rondo}

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

     (grey paradise grey paradise)

Sometimes it’s best not to think twice

You’re all alone – Grey Paradise

Grey Paradise Grey Paradise

             Shell Shocked

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Elsmere

House all gone

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Foggy Bottom

Skeletons of public buildings

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Aspen – you’re done

All my life I’ve run

Will my old streets go crumbling

into ruins?

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Inland Empire

Fire raging out of control

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Echo Park

Militia battles in the street

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Oxford – you’re done

I wouldn’t get a gun

Hungry gangs scrapping

over scraps?

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Brandywine

Derelict houses left vacant

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Wilshire

War-zone front line

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Wilmington – you’re done

You’ve no comparison

Shooters and bombers just out for blood,

that’s all?

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Biloxi

Snakes fleeing the swamps

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked Uptown

The levee is leaking

Shell SHOCK

Shell shocked San Antonio – you’re done

What’s the matter everyone?

Where is everything? Is it all

just gone?

                                       Complete Song

                             Music © The Goth & The Pixie

       Death On State Highway #2

The freshness has burnt from the dawn

So few have stayed, so many gone

I can hardly remember the dew

Tauranga’s just over that hill

And I think

that someday

I’ll get killed

Yes I will

On State Highway number two

It hurts where it didn’t hurt before

So much is less, so little’s more

The passing lane is just about through

I think I just need one more pill

And I think

that someday

I’ll get killed

Yes I will

On State Highway number two

The turns are too tight to build up pace

I’ve no chance in hell to win this race

Maramarua’s behind me now

But it’s too late to find her, anyhow

The gaps are all I have to show

So little learnt, so much to know

I lurch on blindly, without a clue

And still I feel like just a frill

And I think

that someday

I’ll get killed

Yes I will

On State Highway number two

https://gothandpixie.bandcamp.com/track/death-on-state-highway-number-two